pacing street-lamps on the highway,
haystack for your bed
please come home in the morning
we will find you in papers to be read
please come home
you heard screams from the warmth of your bed
don't cry, don't cry
you slumbered on without being fed
don't cry, don't cry
now there's no more tears to be shed
and she's sorry, he's sorry, she's sorry, oh...
oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
please come home
oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
please come home